Chapter 777
Chapter 777
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 777
Chapter Title: Seoul and the Witch (4)
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While his master had gone to negotiate with Duke Erelim,
Si-woo made a quick stop at the Gemernai mansion before heading to the Levana Grand Bathhouse.
He had business there.
"Si-woo! Come on in!"
A bright, high-pitched welcome greeted him.
Lucy Yesod, the countess, wore a dress that bared her skin like the eternally sultry southern lands. She threw open her arms and pulled Si-woo into a tight embrace.
Her soft, plush body enveloped him completely. Her signature powdery scent—sweet as honey-laced milk—tickled his nose, mingled with it all.
It felt especially potent today, maybe because it had been so long.
"C-Countess…!"
"You vanished while I was out for just a moment. This is really troubling. What am I supposed to do if you up and leave like that?"
The emotional countess clung to his waist, her eyes glistening with tears.
Si-woo froze for a second, then gave a wry smile and patted her back.
Yeah, he'd caused a lot of people needless worry.
The Yesod countess, especially—wouldn't her dream of living eternally with Diana shatter if he disappeared?
"And you went to the mortal world without even seeing me…"
"I'm sorry. I heard you were in Gehenna, but since it was a business trip, I didn't drop by."
"That's too much, Si-woo. You're too much."
Almost on reflex, the countess wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss.
A sharp voice cut in from behind.
"Mom…! Come on…!"
"Oh, look at me…"
Realizing her daughter Diana was watching the whole display, Lucy leaped back as if she'd grabbed something scalding.
She twirled a finger through her hair, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I got too carried away, Si-woo."
"No, it's fine. How have you been, Miss Diana?"
"Me? Same as always."
She jutted out her lips in a pouty, curt reply—no different from before.
With the two of them side by side, Diana almost looked more like the mom. Was that just his imagination?
Of course, Diana's temperament fit an apprentice witch smack in the middle of puberty perfectly. The real issue was how overzealous the Yesod countess could be.
"Si-woo, you have no idea how much our daughter worried. She talks tough, but she came by every other day asking if you'd returned."
"Mom! Why would you tell him that? We said it was a secret…"
Diana's face turned beet red as she tugged and shook her mother's arm, then shot Si-woo a sassy glare.
"Mom's lying, okay? Don't get any weird ideas."
"Yeah, yeah, sure."
As far as Si-woo could recall, nothing even remotely romantic had ever happened between him and Diana.
At most, he'd played a few rounds of witch board with her, been hired as a play tutor to hang out, and saved her from a dicey situation.
Nothing major—just smacked around a homunculus and some thugs.
Actually…
Thinking back, there was a little more to it.
After rescuing Diana, she'd caught him with the countess. In exchange for her silence, he'd been kissed…
But that stemmed entirely from a misunderstanding.
Anyway, for the stigma inheritance research, they'd have to sleep together eventually. No personal feelings on either side, though.
Suddenly, it all felt awkwardly surreal.
Not from any dirty or perverted thoughts, but from the sheer otherworldliness of it.
A normal person wouldn't embrace a mother and daughter in bed without some emotional tie, after all.
"Sweetie, mind stepping out for a bit?"
"Why, Mom? It's been ages—I wanted to play witch board together…"
"It's important business. I'll send him your way soon. Wait in your room."
Si-woo watched Diana walk away. Once she was out of earshot, he spoke up.
"By the way… does Miss Diana know?"
"Know what?"
"About the inheritance method."
The Yesod countess didn't want to leave her daughter behind, and Diana had even asked Si-woo to seduce her mother so they could be together forever.
Unlike with the Big Mother-in-law, their interests aligned perfectly.
But the method? That was the sticking point.
How to even broach it delicately?
Stigma inheritance through him would almost certainly end up as a mother-daughter threesome. Whether Diana could stomach that was a whole other question.
"Yes, I told her."
Even if her own goals differed, she'd basically asked her daughter, 'Hey, mind a mother-daughter threesome?'
Si-woo clamped his mouth shut, too embarrassed to pry further.
The countess elegantly covered her smile with a hand.
"Still, it's a relief. Diana really looks up to you."
"That and this feel like pretty different things, though…"
Lucy laughed at his sheepish expression.
She was a total daughter dotard.
And doting moms knew their girls better than anyone.
She'd glimpsed her daughter's heart in how anxiously she'd fretted every time Si-woo vanished.
'Y-you?! How can you suggest something so shameless…'
As proof, when she'd explained the truth of the inheritance method, Diana had blustered in feigned outrage… only to go quiet right after.
Thankfully, Diana didn't reject the idea.
If anything, she'd seemed curious. It wasn't some 'I'll do anything to stay with Mom' resignation.
And as a mother, Lucy was glad Si-woo was such a good man.
"Anyway, I'd love to spend more time with you, but I've got 'gate' maintenance in an hour. Just a quick visit to see your face. Handle your business, then play with Diana a bit."
"Sure, will do."
The countess glanced at her wristwatch, then licked her plump lips.
Her words said one thing, but that sultry look made her desires plain. Lucy Yesod was a naughty milf, after all.
"That said…"
She twisted her body hesitantly, then gazed up at him with damp eyes.
Her trailing words made her intent obvious.
Experience had conditioned their bodies to respond.
At least in bed, Si-woo was the dominant; the countess, the submissive.
With her blend of lewdness and nurturing warmth—elements that shouldn't mix so well—she always flipped his switch.
"You're really too much, Si-woo."
"Too much how?"
"Why won't you say anything?"
Like now—pretending ignorance just to tease her.
"You said we've still got an hour…"
Beneath the hem of her red see-through dress, her luscious thighs rubbed together in silhouette.
"Say what?"
"Shouldn't we catch up on all that backlog research? Your body's probably changed since last time."
"You seemed busy. And with you leaving in an hour, 40 minutes is too short."
Their arrangement had always been approved for research purposes—legal sex, not an affair.
Sparing 40 minutes for her seductive advances? No hardship.
"We've done it in 10 minutes before… And I granted your little favor, didn't I?"
Unsure if she realized it herself, she pouted like she was begging to be teased.
"Alright, how about a quick one?"
Si-woo's thumb hooked the strap of her lowered dress shoulder.
A slight tug, and it slipped free—exposing the countess's milky, jiggling maternal dispensers.
Witches couldn't get pregnant, so no milk flowed. But gazing at Lucy Yesod, it somehow seemed natural that white streams would spurt forth.
Probably that sweet body scent of hers.
"Si-Siw-woo…! This is the parlor…"
The startled countess tried to cover her chest, but Si-woo easily pinned both wrists.
With the ease of a veteran unlatching a bra one-handed, he undid the dress's waist tie.
The fabric slithered off, leaving her in panties and heels.
A pull on the thong's knot revealed her neatly trimmed bush and secret garden.
"Wh-what if someone walks in…"
"Then they'll learn the Yesod countess enjoys illicit trysts in the parlor."
"Y-you're joking, right?"
She looked utterly flustered.
The parlor was exactly what it sounded like—a spacious room for receiving guests.
Curtains blocked the outside view, but no door meant anyone barging in would catch her buck naked.
Si-woo could sense presences ahead and hide, of course. But she seemed too panicked to think of that.
"You love this stuff, though."
"I d-don't! If someone saw, it'd tarnish the Yesod name!"
"Sure, whatever. Point is, we don't have time to argue if we want this over quick."
Her nude form in this wide-open space hit different.
Breasts brimming with motherhood, hips radiating mature allure.
"Ripe fruit" was a phrase invented for Lucy Yesod.
"Or should we save it for next time?"
"That's… Kyaa!"
She bit her lower lip hard, torn between shame and desire.
Si-woo scooped her up, dumped her on the sofa like a ragdoll, and spread her legs wide.
"Wow, Countess. Total pervert, confirmed."
"Don't look… Don't look, Si-woo…"
She buried her flushed face in both hands.
Who could blame her?
Her secret garden was drenched like monsoon season.
The pearl greeting him after so long proudly poked out, demanding attention.
—Ssshhhk
Si-woo unzipped and positioned himself before her.
His unusually swollen member cast a shadow.
"No time for foreplay, and no need. Gotta finish quick before we get caught—think you can squeeze hard?"
"Si-Siw-woo, really here…? H-haat…! Mmph… Nngh…!"
The long-awaited heat, softness, wetness.
Their bodies merged.
Her aroused moans and gasps set the rhythm, red heels swaying on tiptoe.
2.
Forty minutes of "inspection" later,
Si-woo's mana amplification and replication functions checked out fine.
And yet.
"How embarrassing…"
Something had felt off.
Forty minutes? Linne was waiting in the underground cell, and he had business to handle.
Normally, Si-woo would've dodged such a situation. Instead, he'd instigated wild parlor sex.
"You could've said something."
"Sorry, Si-woo. I didn't expect it to work that well… I just spritzed it on, you know, just in case…"
The Yesod countess confessed she'd used a perfume specially made by Amelia.
To be precise, one that amplified her natural scent—for him, little more than a custom aphrodisiac.
3.
"Hekung…!"
At that moment, Amelia—who'd just wrapped up drinks and was setting up a card game—sneezed and shuddered.
"Feeling unwell?"
Sharon, helping with prep, noticed her pallor and asked.
Amelia shook her head.
"No, just a chill."
Probably nothing.